Weather the Storm

Lost in a trance,

Of what was supposed to be a simple glance.

To the violent night,

Sweat beading down my face in frozen fright.

Outside of my window pane,

Was the downpour of incessant rain.

Complimenting this sleeping plunder,

Came the booming sound of angry thunder.

And if that wasn’t enough to give me a jolt,

It was followed immediately by a flashing bolt.

Unable to sleep and left awoke,

I sat on the patio for a simple smoke.

Cigar in hand with a side of rum,

I sit and admire the midnight scrum.

For I cannot resist and cannot conform,

Time to sit back and weather the midnight storm.